Withering Heart

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Sorry for the late update. This changing season is literally the worst. I am sneezing all day and currently writing with a runny nose 🥲 stay healthy guys!!!

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                          EKAKSH

"Shit!"

Why do all the fuckers crash into my car? The middle aged lady crossed the road while hurling curses at me as if I didn't honk. Just great. I wanted to come out of my car and show her what actual curses sound like but obviously, I couldn't do it.

I was running late already and all these heavy drivers and sleepwalkers were blocking my way continuously.

My anticipation was already killing me. This fucker was beating furiously every damn second. The pounding of my heart was literally echoing in the whole car.

"Calm down, bhai." Rohit said looking at me as if I was doing it intentionally.

"It was literally her fault." I almost shouted turning the steering wheel furiously.

"I know...still..you are driving a bit harshly today."

His words did nothing but boiled my blood more. Who the fuck told him to sit in my car today? He could have asked the driver to drop him but no, he had to sit on my head today.

My hands were clammy and damp, betraying the calm I was trying to maintain.

I kept swallowing and licking my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt.

Why the heck is it happening?

Is it because of her answer? Or because of the aftermath? I know myself well and hence, I know the what will happen if she said no.

The thought of her saying “no” sent a wave of dread over me, making me question if I should just stay silent. Should I?

But what if she says "yes"?

Fuck!!!

This is so fucking frustrating.

Every word I planned last night, was sounding wrong in my head now. I  wonder if I am doing the right thing or if I made everything up in my mind.

Her rejecting me. Her loving someone else. What if all of these assumptions are merely my fear of losing her? Maybe my mind made up all these scenarios. This happens, right? When you like someone, you are tend to feel insecure before confessing to them.

Yes. That's exactly what is happening to me.

There’s a glimmer of hope that she feels the same, but it’s almost overwhelming, making my heartbeat drop every time in fear.

I took a sigh of relief on seeing the campus gate in front of me. The anticipation, building slowly, wilder than before.

Parking the car, I hastily unfastened my seat belt and came out of the car. I didn't spare a second glance to Rohit but could feel his gaze filled with confusion on me. I didn't want to explain him everything right there.

"See you." I almost ran towards the main campus, leaving him baffled without waiting for his reply.

                       AUTHOR

His palms were damp yet again. He rubbed them against his jeans, but it only made them feel worse, clammy and cold. His heart felt like it’s trying to claw its way out of his chest, each beat drumming loud enough that he was half-convinced she will hear it. He had to breathe—just breathe—but every breath came out too quick, too shallow.